Kir
"How will I ever get out of this labyrinth?"
ACE
The music in the club moves Ace like a puppet on strings. A hand guides him through the club and into a back room. His head begins to throb, trying to avoid the thought of the hangover to come. Ace continues to pound drinks, keeping them flowing like they’re on IV Drip.
“Another dance, Sir?” The girl spoke softly through her plastic smile. Her skin glistened underneath the glow of the club lights as she looked at Ace. His cigarette hung from the corner of his mouth as he smirked back at the girl, “I’ll pay for you all night sweetheart, just tell me one thing.” The smell of alcohol on his breath fumes as he reaches towards the crotch his trousers.
“Anything you want to hear, Sir.” The girl whispered, leaning in over Ace, pressing her porcelain skin against his. She licked her lips, her electric eyes lighting up as she brushes her crotch against Ace’s leg.
“Where’s your owner?” Ace whispers, swiftly removing his trusty Number 1 from the front of his pants and placing the barrel into the girl’s gut. A menacing smirk still glued to his face. With the girl so close, Ace could hear her electronic hum over the club’s music. The physical gears in the girl’s head began to spin, conjuring a response. “I’m sorry Sir, you no longer have access-“ The girl is abruptly interrupted as a single shot fires off from inside the VIP room. The symbiotic fluid from the girl’s ceramic skull splashes all over Ace’s suit.
“Gah fuck!” Ace exclaimed, tossing the lifeless girl’s body to the ground. Screams from outside of the VIP room can be heard. Looking up from the dancer’s lifeless body, Ace can see a silhouette standing in the entrance to the VIP room. The man was Logan Messinger, Midtown’s club owner and Ace’s next contract.
“These damn Augment’s talk too much. But you, Ace, I’ll make sure you never speak again.” Logan cranked the hammer back on his revolver.
“Haha Logan! Buddy, old pal,” Ace put his weapon down next to him on the booth, taking a long drag from his cigarette, “Can’t we just talk man to man for a second?”
Logan’s eyes narrowed, his grip tightening around the handle of his revolver, “Black Syndicate won’t take me alive.”
Ace shrugged in response, “Your words, not mine.” Instantaneously Ace removed a dagger from his coat pocket, launching it across the room into his contract’s hand.
“MOTHER FUCK- AHH!” Logan screamed, as he fell to his knees. The dagger had pierced through the front of Logan’s hand, going through not only the bones in his fingers but also the revolver itself. The gun was now attached to his hand, courtesy of Ace’s impeccable aim. Blood squirts and pools all over the floor as Logan beckons in pain.
Standing up, Ace collected his weapon and walked over to Logan. “Thalia,” Ace spoke, placing his left finger to his ear, “Run a status check on Logan Messinger.”
“Certainly… Logan Messinger- blood levels low, body temperature 80 degrees Fahrenheit and dropping.”
“Time ‘til death?” Ace asks, ashing his cigarette.
“Time until death is approximately 45 minutes. Urgent medical care required.”
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The music in the club moves Ace like a puppet on strings. A hand guides him through the club and into a back room. His head begins to throb, trying to avoid the thought of the hangover to come. Ace continues to pound drinks, keeping them flowing like they’re on IV Drip.
“Another dance, Sir?” The girl spoke softly through her plastic smile. Her skin glistened underneath the glow of the club lights as she looked at Ace. His cigarette hung from the corner of his mouth as he smirked back at the girl, “I’ll pay for you all night sweetheart, just tell me one thing.” The smell of alcohol on his breath fumes as he reaches towards the crotch his trousers.
“Anything you want to hear, Sir.” The girl whispered, leaning in over Ace, pressing her porcelain skin against his. She licked her lips, her electric eyes lighting up as she brushes her crotch against Ace’s leg.
“Where’s your owner?” Ace whispers, swiftly removing his trusty Number 1 from the front of his pants and placing the barrel into the girl’s gut. A menacing smirk still glued to his face. With the girl so close, Ace could hear her electronic hum over the club’s music. The physical gears in the girl’s head began to spin, conjuring a response. “I’m sorry Sir, you no longer have access-“ The girl is abruptly interrupted as a single shot fires off from inside the VIP room. The symbiotic fluid from the girl’s ceramic skull splashes all over Ace’s suit.
“Gah fuck!” Ace exclaimed, tossing the lifeless girl’s body to the ground. Screams from outside of the VIP room can be heard. Looking up from the dancer’s lifeless body, Ace can see a silhouette standing in the entrance to the VIP room. The man was Logan Messinger, Midtown’s club owner and Ace’s next contract.
“These damn Augment’s talk too much. But you, Ace, I’ll make sure you never speak again.” Logan cranked the hammer back on his revolver.
“Haha Logan! Buddy, old pal,” Ace put his weapon down next to him on the booth, taking a long drag from his cigarette, “Can’t we just talk man to man for a second?”
Logan’s eyes narrowed, his grip tightening around the handle of his revolver, “Black Syndicate won’t take me alive.”
Ace shrugged in response, “Your words, not mine.” Instantaneously Ace removed a dagger from his coat pocket, launching it across the room into his contract’s hand.
“MOTHER FUCK- AHH!” Logan screamed, as he fell to his knees. The dagger had pierced through the front of Logan’s hand, going through not only the bones in his fingers but also the revolver itself. The gun was now attached to his hand, courtesy of Ace’s impeccable aim. Blood squirts and pools all over the floor as Logan beckons in pain.
Standing up, Ace collected his weapon and walked over to Logan. “Thalia,” Ace spoke, placing his left finger to his ear, “Run a status check on Logan Messinger.”
“Certainly… Logan Messinger- blood levels low, body temperature 80 degrees Fahrenheit and dropping.”
“Time ‘til death?” Ace asks, ashing his cigarette.
“Time until death is approximately 45 minutes. Urgent medical care required.”
Interactions: Open
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